Yung Joc - Drip lyrics

rate me

Yeah better, calm down

Bow down, I draw down

5 rounds

Drip

Ey Weezy

Let me talk to these niggas

Ok

Monkey nigga, better not slip

Feed your ass banana clips

Yeah, yeah I bust your head gasket

Leave you with a oil drip

And for the lettuce AKs not gon spit your cabbage

And she get tragically, cause now diamond fill with maggots

This ain't angus beef

You don't wanna order this

2 glocks like 2 pac

I'm on my thug immortal shit

GPS goons show up to yo quarness

Chrome with the pearly take you early

That's abortion bitch

Duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya nigga, no balls

Don't slugs the same size as door knobs

Sixty seconds in and out

Pop, no prob

Blow ya whole face off

That's a blowjob

Shoot ya bitch in the throat

Make her voice raspy

Too graphic? I paint a picture

So ya niggas grasp it

I call your momma tell her pre-order ya fuckin casket

Bury scary niggas I never bury the hachet

Soo woo to the beehive

Strapped like T.I.

I keep that bitch on me

Like the Book Of Eli

I just shoot 'em all

So I don't have to de-cide

Split your body up

They gotta bury ya ass 3 times

Run up in ya house

Leave ya brains on the couch

Shoot up everything, the fuck is [aimin'] about

Empty that clip, than that bitch slide out

Continue that procedure till them pussy's dried out

I'm a east side gangsta, I ain't never been a busta

Nina is a cold black bitch but I trust her

I don't need a psychic to tell me I'm a hustla

Cause bitch, I'm all about my paper, like usher

I know chris, decepticon

Clips transform ya

Leave niggas, ghost activity, paranormal

For my piece of the pie, ha-ha-ha digorno

Bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno

Back to the subject, I'll kill ya in a heart beat

I put bullet holes in everything, except the car seat

Young money bitch, I shoot one gun and switch

When the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)

Keep thinkin, you cute, you just flirtin with death

That's a straight suicide, don't bury yourself

Scared but can't run, that's the stall factor

And if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter

Haiti eartquake 'em, make they wall shatter

Penetrate their lungs and splatter there gull bladders

Thanks to B-Weezy for correcting these lyrics